I am the echo of untold stories, the silence between brushstrokes, the heartbeat of colors unseen. My canvas is my confession, my rebellion, my refuge. I paint not to reveal who I am but to uncover who I might become.
Every line I draw whispers the question: *What does it mean to exist?* Each color dares to answer with the chaos of joy, sorrow, and everything in between. I am both the creator and the created, losing myself in the labyrinth of form and emotion, only to find something truer on the other side.
Here, in the folds of anonymity, I invite you not to know *me*—but to feel the world through the language of my art. For who I am is irrelevant; what matters is that you see yourself reflected in the quiet roar of my work.
I am *Incognito*, a soul unbound by names, only by the stories I dare to tell.
